Bye Bye Blue is track eleven from our Medicine Lands album, it started as a jam then morphed into a completed song. The lyrics are simple, just a blue’s expression that we gave a live smokey bar feeling.
This week’s poem ‘Lamenting Robert’ is from my second book, The Quarterly. One of my early influences was ‘A Boy’s Will’ by Robert Frost. I tried to use a rhyming metre similar to his and stay the journey. It traces a day with a companion who’s never named but sadly missed when I’d ‘lament the day we said goodbye.’
Joy Brooks - Vocals
Caroline Brooks - Harmony
Fredrick Brooks - Acoustic Guitar
Jeff Brackett - Acoustic Guitar
Alex Paris - Bass
Mark Congram - Drums
Produced by Paul LaChappelle, Fredrick Brooks
Recorded and mastered at Quest Recording
<Click here to listen to Bye Bye Blue>
Bye Bye Blue
Bye, bye blue - bye, bye to you
I hear that lonesome whistle
And I know we’re through
This is, the loneliest headache that ever left town
Ain’t no need for me too stick around
Bye, bye blue - bye, bye to you
One day I’m loving you
And the next day were through
Where can I find a dream that comes out true
Is it traveling these lonesome blues
Take away the sunshine - bring on the rain
I wanna sit and cry and face the pain
And oh it ain’t easy but somehow I’ll find my way
Nothing last forever - so they say
Nothing last forever - so they say
Bye, bye blue - bye, bye to you
I hear that lonesome whistle
And I know just what to do
This is the loneliest headache that ever left town
Ain’t no need for me to stick around
Got the loneliest heartache that every left town
Ain’t no need for me to stick around
No, no - there ain’t no need, for me, to stick around
Oh….. yeah
© Fredrick Brooks 1997
Lithograph by Marlene Hilton Moore
++++++++++
<Click her to listen to Lamenting Robert>
Lamenting Robert
It was just yesterday the sun rose bright
With no calling breeze
No barren light
For paper moon with blue sky stayed
As morning day lay with vet of shade.
Through our day past a veery cried
Of Karen limb
Of winter’s task
Yet sorrow spared our length of day
For songbirds soared - my spirit played.
Yet all too soon a lonely night bird called
Who summoned a loving wind to break my fall
Perhaps in hope one day to find
I’d lament the day we said goodbye
For Robert Frost
© Fredrick Brooks 2013